"Why not? Hehe, chopping off hands is quite fun, you should try it out."

On seeing Kong Sanhu's cunning look, Yang Fei just coldly smiled.

Fellows like him, with their cheating techniques, had ruined countless families, scattering wives and children.

Right then, he showed no mercy.

With a swing of his dagger, a swooshing sound followed as he brutally cut off Kong Sanhu's left middle finger.

"Ah..."

Kong Sanhu, pressed within the crowd, was unable to move.

He watched his own finger roll away, as blood gushed out furiously, and couldn't help but scream in agony.

The guests outside also emitted gasps of shock.

A fierce dragon does not cross the river, this young man is ruthless!

Yang Fei frowned, very dissatisfied.

"What are you yelling about, you owe me three fingers, and I've only chopped off one, we're just getting started."

"Big brother, save me, big brother..."

Kong Sanhu stopped begging for his life and started calling for help loudly.

Just one look at Yang Fei, and his heart went completely cold.

Seeing this guy's indifferent eyes, you'd guess he'd dare even to kill, let alone chop off hands.

Now, only Kong Erhu could save him.

Yang Fei secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Kong Sanhu is not that dumb after all, knowing to ask Kong Erhu for help.

If Kong Erhu watched his brother being tortured without intervening, his reputation in the Mortal World would be ruined.

Indeed, as Kong Sanhu's screams filled the air, the crowd at the door parted, clearing a path in the middle.

Over twenty bodyguards dressed in black suits rushed into the courtyard's hall.

Like a human wall, they cleared a pathway.

"Lord Tiger is here..."

"I was saying, this young guy is fierce, but can he be fiercer than Lord Tiger?"

...

The surrounding crowd whispered among themselves while instinctively making way.

Yang Fei suddenly felt a concerned gaze on the back of his head.

He turned around and saw Yanzi hiding in a secluded corner, watching him.

Her gaze was filled with intense concern and anxiety.

"Hehe, this girl is quite interesting."

Yang Fei felt a warmth in his heart, quietly thinking.

Yet his dagger was lingering over the remaining two fingers of Kong Sanhu.

He seemed to be deciding which finger to cut off next, deciding which would be most appropriate.

The cold sensation on his hand's back terrified Kong Sanhu, causing his soul to shatter as he screamed incessantly.

The dozen or so strong men surrounding him also groaned nonstop.

Yang Fei's method of beating people was very shady, always targeting the lower abdomen or below.

Those hit in such areas couldn't get up for hours.

In the corridor formed by the black-suited bodyguards.

About ten people, escorting the pot-bellied Kong Erhu, walked in.

Following him were Mr. Jing with a goatee and Adong with a leopard head tattoo.

Besides them, over ten bodyguards crowded around the three men.

Among them, a short, thin man, whose status and position were clearly higher than the other bodyguards.

He walked slowly with his hands behind him, following behind Kong Erhu and the others into the courtyard.

The short, thin man squinted slightly, occasionally lifting his eyelids, his gaze as dazzling as lightning.

His steps were steady and strong, his back slightly arched, his whole demeanor resembling a hunting wolf.

It seemed that with just a lower bend, this man could unleash a thunderous strike.

Even from a distance, Yang Fei could feel it.

The Xueqi inside him was incredibly strong, giving off a scorching sensation.

A Mingjin Heavenly Grade master!

This guy was actually a Martial Arts Master.

Moreover, Yang Fei could tell.

His strength far surpassed that of an average Mingjin Master.

He was just one step away from entering the Dark Strength Yellow Grade.

Yang Fei only looked at this man once and preliminary judged his strength, feeling secretly alarmed.

Kong Erhu's rise in Yannan City was indeed well-deserved.

He had such an exceptional hand hidden under him.

Although it's said that in the Martial Arts Realm,, each level is a completely different world.

Especially the difference between Mingjin and Dark Force, which is like heaven and earth.

But such common knowledge isn't always accurate.

Martial arts cultivation are closely linked to close combat.

Yet it's not an absolute causality.

Martial arts masters who practice yoga and excel in cultivating qi.

Even if they are above Dark Force, they might not necessarily be able to defeat a peak Heavenly Talent Mingjin Underground Boxing Expert.

Fighting is not just about physical strength.

It also involves a fierce nature, fighting experience, and an indomitable will to fight.

Most importantly, one needs the courage to kill.

During the Republic of China era, many highly skilled martial arts masters competed with many Western strongmen who held championship belts.

Although these masters were clearly stronger than their opponents, they eventually lost due to their temperament and courage.

Western strongmen, carrying the might of powerful nations, even if they killed a Huaxia person, would not face any punishment.

Thus, they fought with a wolf-like nature, striking venomously.

While if a Huaxia Fist Master killed a Western strongman, the consequences would truly be dire.

Given the corrupt and incompetent habits of the Qing court at the time, one could end up being arrested and beheaded, possibly even involving family members as well.

Therefore, Yang Fei never underestimated any Martial Arts Master, especially this short and skinny man.

His muscles were as tough as iron and his eyes were brimming with murderous intent, clearly someone who had killed before.

Such a person, with blood on their hands, was definitely an expert!

The short and skinny man also noticed Yang Fei in the private room, his pupils contracted, sharp as needles.

Their gazes collided in the air, and sparks seemed to fly in the atmosphere.

Kong Erhu walked into the courtyard hall and didn't stop his steps but continued walking until he was outside the window of the private room.

His chubby face, and his pair of puffy eyes stared deeply at Yang Fei, "It really is you, you've got some nerve!"

Yang Fei laughed haughtily and shrugged his shoulders, "Of course it's me, aren't you aware of what you've done at the Lanting Hotel?"

As he spoke the last few words, Yang Fei's tone became slow, almost pausing after each word.

A chill also appeared in his eyes.

Kong Erhu lowered his eyes, avoiding eye contact with Yang Fei.

Kong Erhu said faintly, "You better not meddle in my affairs."

"Young man, I can understand being hotheaded, but if your eyes aren't bright enough, be careful of bringing a bloody disaster upon yourself."

"Swoosh!"

Yang Fei turned around, and his dagger stabbed directly onto the middle finger of Kong Sanhu's left hand, severing it harshly.

Kong Sanhu let out a pitiful scream.

Yang Fei turned back, his gaze sharp as a wolf's, eyes like daggers.

He looked sideways at Kong Erhu, "I have indeed seen bloodshed, but as for a disaster of bloodshed, it depends on how capable you are."

"Yi Long, cripple him for me!"

The muscles of Kong Erhu's chubby face twitched violently, and he couldn't hold back any longer, he turned and shouted.

He said fiercely, "Don't kill him, leave his little life for us to play with slowly."

The short and skinny man nodded, then began walking forward from behind, step by step.

With each step he took, it was as if he was carrying two heavy iron balls, extremely heavy.

His eyes, sharp as knives, looked at Yang Fei and he took a stance, "Please!"

Inside and outside the private room, it was silent. Countless guests were all watching Yang Fei.

Some were angry, some were worried, some took pleasure in his misfortune.

But most people sighed and lowered their heads.

Kong Erhu's top war general, the legendary Yi Long, had made his move.

This young man, I'm afraid he will be carried out of the Junhao Casino lying down.

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